On a Mountain Pass

From the banks and curves of a sunny meadow, The white road dives Into a brooding spruce curtain, Its dark green deepening darker still Under its emerald arms, Its tops impaling an infinite sky, Its deep blue darkening deeper still Toward a sapphire zenith, An arc etched on a mountain pass, Its brilliant white glinting brighter still Across the diamond crest.

The scene is ever caught, frozen, fixed, A crystallized, thin-air gasp, instantly silenced, Beauty motionless, soundless, timeless, The place between one second And the next, and now eternal, Frozen in the ice of time, Sealed upon the soul’s eye, A green, blue and white land, A memory before story, Met forever one winter day, A chance unlooked for and profound.